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⇢: Never LearnIt was at Victor’s Café, on Rue St. Sauveur, on September 11 in 1983. A group of masochistic Chileans had gathered to remember that dismal day. There were twenty or thirty of us and we were scattered around inside the café and at the outside tables. Suddenly someone, I don’t know who, started to talk…
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⇢: Send the Word Over ThereOne evening, as we were absorbed in these peaceful pursuits, Martinetti informed us that the moment had come. A challenge had been sent to the Canal gang, and they had accepted. The battle was to take place on neutral ground, behind the station. That night, at nine.
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⇢: End of the LineOn Saturday the 6th of September, 1913, Dr K., the Deputy Secretary of the Prague Workers’ Insurance Company, is on his way to Vienna to attend a congress on rescue services and hygiene. Just as the fate of a man wounded on the battlefield depends upon the quality of the first dressing, he reads in…
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⇢: A Little Disturbed But Making It ThroughDragging around some miserable wifeon a real hike, straight up a cliffof corn, holding onto silk husksfor dear life—it’s a little oddto vacation as your mistress, and asthe only one licensed to drive, butno one seems to mind. A littledisturbed but making it throughSwelling up before noon, I dreamtmy abalone ring came apartLive fish and…
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⇢: September 1, 2025I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest decade:Waves of anger and fearCirculate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth,Obsessing our private lives;The unmentionable odour of deathOffends the September night. Accurate scholarship can Unearth the whole offenceFrom Luther until nowThat has driven a culture mad,Find…
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⇢: August 29At dawn the beach is full of seagulls. Along with the seagulls, there are pigeons. The seagulls and pigeons stand at the water’s edge, staring out to sea, motionless except for the occasional short flight. There are two kinds of seagulls: big and small. From the distance the pigeons look like seagulls too. Seagulls of…
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⇢: August 26, 1880At last, it seems, Something Has Been Done. The meeting last night was quiet and brief; we were of one mind, except for Judge Holloway. We have sent for a man, a Marshal, and have obliged ourselves to open our pocketbooks in order to offer him a very large sum of money monthly. He is…
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⇢: Wed. August 20Gawddam, what a lineup. Love Combat’s “first date of 3-day tour.” Ambitious run, real weekend warrior shit…